one
two
one, two, three, four
Sorry, mama
There are times I get carried away
Please, don't worry
Next time I'm home
I'll still be the same
And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up to no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood
Really, I'm fine
There is no better, Got no job on the line
Sincerely, don't worry
Same old boy
That you hoped you would find
waaaa!